Leng Shao's third marriage ex-wife

Chu Yanhui hoped that the next time she saw Nangong Jun, she would still be her confident self.

Chu Yanhui quietly returned to Ji's house, looking at her sleeping face, she was very grateful to Ji's family for taking care of her these days.

Perhaps in Yan Rong's heart, she really regarded Chu Yanhui as her own.

Chu Yanhui carefully covered Yan Rong with the torn quilt, lay down herself, and fell asleep after thinking about it.

Ji Mujue woke up naturally at five o'clock in the morning, and saw Shang Zhuyi sleeping soundly next to him. Although his memory was a little blank, he liked the person next to him very much.

After Ji Mujue got up, he tidied up hastily and went to the study.

After watching the plan for two hours, Ji Mujue felt that the young master of Baihong Group really came back from abroad, and his ideas were indeed similar to those of graduates from domestic colleges.

The sun outside the window is like a fish white, gradually rising.

The warm sunlight spilled into the study room, reminding the people in the room that it was time to go to work.

Ji Mujue hastily had breakfast and went to the company.Shang Zhuyi also got up to wash and prepare for work.

The daily work of white-collar workers is nothing more than typing in front of the computer desk, and they are fiercely dealing with the planning departments of various companies.

Thinking about the president of the company, the daily affairs seem to be handled in a very high-end way, but in fact it is the difference between working for yourself and working for others to earn wages, so you need to pay more attention.

After signing the long-term contract of Tianwu City under Baihong Group sent by his secretary, Ji Mujue leaned back on his chair, turned to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and looked at the blue sky outside.

At this height, you can see the whole city, even the shopping malls far away.

Ji Mujue was thinking about it. He needed to talk to Nangong Jun about what happened yesterday.

It is said that the young master of Baihong Group has a very good personal relationship with Nan Gongjun.

Ji Mujue immediately asked his secretary to call Nan Gongjun, and use his relationship with Wang Yu, the young master of Baihong Group, to find out and chat.

The secretary didn't know why the president needed to do it himself for such a trivial matter.But he also went to make a phone call.

Assistant Nangong Jun received the call and heard that it was the president of Ji's company. First, he pretended that Nangong Jun's schedule was full in the afternoon and he needed to ask the president's opinion. He hung up the phone in a hurry and went into the president's office.

Shang Zhuyi was full of curiosity when he saw Nangong Jun's assistant rushing into the office three steps at a time.

Nangong Jun knew that Ji Mujue didn't really want to talk to him about Wang Yu, but what happened last night.

You can hide from today, but you can't hide from tomorrow.

Nangong Junbian asked his assistant to agree.

No matter where, as long as there are women, there will be gossip.

As soon as lunch started, word spread throughout the company that Ji Mujue invited Nangong Jun.

Employees are guessing whether there will be a big project in the company recently, and everyone is looking forward to the time when the salary will increase.

Shang Zhuyi wondered if Ji Mujue wanted to find Nangong Jun because of what happened yesterday.Shang Zhuyi was a little worried that the two would argue.

Then he insinuated and asked where the two met.

After work, Shang Zhuyi deliberately changed his clothes first, and saw Nangong Jun driving a Porsche Cayenne out of the company's underground parking lot, so he immediately called a car.

Arriving at the location provided by Assistant Nangong Jun, Shang Zhuyi put on the prepared sunglasses.

I saw Ji Mujue, who was already sitting by the window on the second floor, wearing the suit I prepared for him this morning.

The setting sun sprinkled on his face, as if he was an angel who had just fallen into the mortal world.

dream.

Nan Gongjun was already sitting opposite Ji Mujue, the two were expressionless, one touched the mug in front of him, and scratched the rim of the cup round and round.Another looked out the window.

Shang Zhuyi immediately moved lightly and sat down not far from the two of them.

From this distance, the conversation between two people can be heard clearly.

Ordered an iced Americano.

"Drink something, don't be told that the Ji family can't afford to invite the young master of the Nangong family to have a cup of coffee." Ji Mujue's pleasant voice sounded, although the tone was flat, it still revealed a trace of dissatisfaction.

Nangong Jun didn't answer directly, first he smiled and raised his hand to call the waiter.

"A cup of mocha coffee."

After the waiter wrote it down, he was about to turn around and tell the front desk, but was stopped by Nangong Jun again.

"Another marble cheesecake."

Ji Mujue looked at Nangong Jun who was smiling like a ghost, and felt that he had nothing to talk about.Say harsh words directly,
"Stay away from Chu Yanhui from now on, I'll buy it alone"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted.

"President Ji, you are afraid that I will make you poor, so you want to leave in such a hurry?" Nangong Jun didn't know why he wanted to keep Ji Mujue.

The two had conflicts a long time ago, whether it was about Shang Zhuyi or now about Chu Yanhui.

Maybe it's because I want to talk to someone, at least Ji Mujue is a good listener.

"It's a joke." Ji Mujue didn't know what Nangong Jun was thinking, just got up half of his body, and stopped in the middle of the air awkwardly, he could only cough lightly and returned to the stool again.

"Waiter, don't serve the coffee and cake you ordered just now. Here are four bottles of beer, all of which are listed on this gentleman's order." Nan Gongjun pointed at Jimu Jue to the waiter who just ordered, and signaled the gentleman for a while Will pay you.

"Nangong Jun, what else do you want to explain?" Ji Mujue's good-looking brows have already wrinkled into a deep "Sichuan".

Nangong Jun skillfully opened two bottles of beer in glass bottles that the waiter had just brought up.

One bottle is placed in front of him, and the other bottle is placed in front of Ji Mujue.

"What can I explain? Drink, this beer is good." Nangong Jun leaned over and pushed the beer towards Ji Mujue with an indifferent expression.

"Since you saw Chu Yanhui so cold and heartless last night, why did you buy her her favorite grapefruit?"

"What home visit? Fart!" Ji Mujue deliberately lowered the word'fart'.

"You really think of yourself as a good boss?"

"You are already engaged to Cheng Aila, why are you here to provoke Chu Yanhui?"

Nangong Jun never raised his eyes to look at Ji Mujue, who was getting more and more excited as he talked, and drank a whole bottle of beer by himself.

Looking up, his throat kept rolling up and down, and the alcohol flowed down Nangong Jun's mouth into his throat and then into his stomach.

Nangong Jun tasted the long-lost coolness.

Ji Mujue looked at Nangong Jun who was drinking bottle after bottle in front of him, and ignored him no matter what he said.

He raised his right hand and pointed towards Nangong Jun.

This time, not only the beer bottle that Nangong Jun was drinking fell to the ground, but also the spilled beer was spilled on Nangong Jundio's high-end men's shirt.

The diners next to him were frightened by Ji Mujue's move.